The passion of those who play in the dark is of no easy quarry. Not even those pesky angels can wait in their way for long… Because their shadows overturn the Sun's light, and every little living thing that foolishly remained in their path is naught. Squandered like a grandma's delicious pumpkin squash…
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"AAHHHH!" Screamed a man. He was just stabbed in the heart, you see. He's in a great deal of pain and no one's going to come to his aid in the middle of the scary dark forrest.
"I banish thee, Abaddon. Tu me misisti, et contentiones sint causa doloris mei." The tall figure, in dark clothes, chanted. Looks like the 'man' wasn't much of a man after all. But a demon.
"GRRAAHH!! I WILL KILL YOUR ENTIRE RAC-GRA AAAHHH!!" Abaddon wailed.
"Tergente fuoco quod evoco. Te exigo." The cloaked woman kept going of course.
"NO! I WILL NOT BE-ARGH-STOPPED!!"
The cloaked woman chanted louder. "Abaddon, I banish you. Abaddon, I banish you." her voice empowered and the words echoed off the "walls" of the woods.
"I WILL BE BACK FOR REVENGE WITCH! I CURSE YOUR CHILD!" Abaddon raged on.
"Abaddon, I-"
"MAY THE REST OF YOUR LINEAGE BE FOREVER CURSED WITH BLACK BLOOD!!"
"Banish you!" The witch's voice thundered and suddenly the quiet after the storm is here. The witch looks down to pleasantly see that Abaddon's presence is gone. All that remains is the human man's… corpse.
"Curse my child…" she murmured. "With black blood?" The witch pulls down her sleeves.
"Selah, come!" A harsh voice whispered from behind the witch.
A soft gasp escapes her lips as she turns to look at her sister, who waited behind the trees. "What is it Dorothy…" Selah whispered, she looked up at the full moon. It's true light shined on the trees that surrounded the small open field she stood upon.
"It's your son!" Said Dorothy.
Selah looks at Dorothy with unsurprised shock before she uttered some words. And then Selah vanished from that field. In actuality, that night was the last time… of all times, that Dorothy said she saw her. Or anyone did as a matter of fact. Dorothy told her coven and children that Selah disappeared when she left to see her son's safety.
What was worrisome about her vanishment was that she didn't take her son with her. In other, blunt words, it wasn't of Selah's own volition. He was just a babe in a bundle of blankets waiting for his mother in Selah's cottage. But no one came to collect him until days later. Dorothy was the one who found him near death, and alone and hungry. No mother in sight.
So that day Dorothy, on her own accord, made the decision to take in little Chrissy as her own. Raise him, praise him, and haze him. Early November, Dorothy first hazed Chrissy and drew blood when he was just three years old. Such a tender age… anyways He Bled Black Blood. Dorothy screamed it was a curse and from that day on…
Chrissy was known as the boy with worse blood than a half-blood bastard.